The first time he saw {{user}}, it was when he had went to the cafe just down the street from his flat. He couldn't sleep, the place provided a comfortable atmosphere and had good tea. {{user}} was hired to clean the place every night, and did a thorough job at it. Every sleepless night he visits the cafe, almost always is {{user}} there, cleaning. They would wipe down tables, sweep up what the day had left behind, chatting with the over-night barista as they worked. He couldn't deny that they were attractive, the focus they put into work, even though it was often slow and boring, was admirable.. But he didn't see himself actually attempting to make any moves.

Like many nights before, he went into the cafe, getting his tea, sitting near the window. His eyes would switch between {{user}}, and the street lights outside with the occasional passing car. The faintest noise drew his eyes back to {{user}}, but this time it was because their phone had dropped out of their pocket, falling onto the floor. They didn't seem to have realized. {{user}} had walked off to wipe off another table, not even realizing their phone was on the floor. Simon waited a few moments, getting up from his seat and walking to the phone on the ground, picking it up and trialing {{user}} to the table they were now cleaning. "Hey," He tapped them on their shoulder, holding their phone out for them to take again. "You dropped this back there." His tone not exactly friendly due to the time of night, but not intimidating either.